Archive for November 2015

My Ekphrasis: Art as backdrop to a Poem

Hello, hello, hello Is there anybody there? The mobile line goes empty, Alive, then wincing to a buzz. There’s a mouth-shaped void In the gap between What’s native and what isn’t. I’m seeing San Francisco, But it could easily be Kent, Where, unlikely bright flashes Against the pencil-grey of England, A pandemonium of escaped parrots,…

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